A Meeting of a New

Youma had been walking around the town, the sun had started to set with the uneventful day. Youma's stomach started to grumble as he shifted through the town silently. The sun setting on his skin gave him an angelic glow, it shined on his white skin and clothes which made him gleam even more. Youma kept his straw hat to an angle so his eyes were invisible to most people's eyes. He quietly entered the Ramen shop and ordered some food and sat down. From his short and slender figure mixed with his white kimono he looked like a young lady. He usually didn't correct people for he didn't speak to strangers on a constant basis, especially about such trivial things.